Keasbey Nights

It was the summer of '95 (so what?!)

In the backyard, shaving the old plies

Feeling so strong, something went wrong

Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long

I still remember that day

Like the day that I said that I swear

"I'll never hurt myself again"

But it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong

To be wrong, to be wrong

So I've got to keep holding on

They always played a slow song

When they come for me

I'll be sitting at my desk

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest

Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,

when you know you're going to die by the end of the night."

I still remember when we were young and fragile then

No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then

Feeling so good, cruising the hood

Straight into the real world, rich kids never understood

But I don't care, I can fade away to anywhere

Don't stop because you might get dropped and if

You do who's going to pick you up

Well I won't... they always played a slow song

When they come for me

I'll be sitting at my desk

With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest

Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,

when you know you're going to die by the end of the night." [x4]